slowly she puts the broken pieces of porcelain
former tea cups and plates that in longevity earned a crack
discarded when no longer perfect
now broken into smaller pieces
so that she can place them to make a table top
the beauty shines through in disconnected shards
for someone to enjoy again
remarking on the cleverness of re-using
something that would be refuse
they collected coloured glass
along the beach littered with driftwood
spotting it like a hawk to a rodent
they swoop down and snatch it up
clear, blue, green, rarer red
add it to their collection
perhaps in a jar on a prominent shelf
or maybe to add to clay bowls
shining it up so the silica glistens
pick us up, our broken pieces
hearts, souls and minds
craft us into something new
so we can be loved
polish us so that we shine
put us together so we fit
and people will marvel
at our beauty and ingenuity
that our cracks do not show
(c)2020 by Catherine Elder
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